“…”

First a rose. Now a green thread. Surely it couldn’t just be chance. Not in the exact same spot. Poking the thread with the tip of a throwing knife just to be safe before picking it up off the ledge. He tossed it onto the counter with a scowl towards it. Surely someone was messing with him. Hopefully? It made him even more paranoid now that it was two days in a row and different items. Whoever was messing with him was making him angry.

“Blood coward. If this is your way of sending me a message, just come out an say it.” Muttering the words as he once more checked all the locks and traps. For now he planned to keep the thread till he figured out what the message was and who was sending it. Going to sharpen his knives he kept hidden about the apartment.

(XD This is making him so paranoid and I’m dying laughing at my poor boy. <3)